facedown far from only, every bit the proper gent feeling very tiny, kindly pass along a hand and please stifle the laughter as I crown the better man borrowing the gibberish, this continental drift line up the idiots and choose your tool…

I almost thought I knew it, so very close to space and time it almost makes me lose my mind 2 seconds closer to the, the moment fleeting thoughts are mine so far away, so close grasping, the memory, the secret, divine I never knew that someday…

hazy, green eyes, growing thinking harder than I can narrow down the choices, simply eliminate the obvious obsessions eliminate come together we'll see if it gets any better cause forever, is forever and ever staring at barely and missing beaming…

brainstorming. voice belongs to Sister Savage. I hijacked it from some audio notes she sent for a song we are working on. The guitars and percussion were written and recorded in an hour. They replaced a previous musical section that I spent…

instrumentation: synthesizers, nylon acoustic, electric guitar + violin bow, tabla, voice

all the pounding waves drowning out the sound the sound is poison diving down below sinking very slow drown away the sound if I, can't make it stop your soliloquy I feel the death inside me in this succession the still and quiet I will succumb…

so pleased to meet me now please, just go away no introductions needed, i've got nothing left to say so many stories that i really don't need to know this conversation's over, and i really wish you'd go oh please, go away, save yourself i…

I Believe by far my most beautiful instrumental track, much the opposite of You Forgot Bush's War Crimes. Maybe because I haven't commited any? I'm growing to accept that most of the time, my instrumentals should be short and sweet.

Track 1 from the RPM 2009 challenge album.

I. The triumphant space pioneers land on the new planet, set up camp and decide to have a party.